Pieces
My heart is bleeding off its safest place,
And conceding the past to a future
That was harmed by a dagger in fate’s space.
As when a fool and fantasy suture,
Mine eyes thought hollow beauty were a suitor,
So failed the test to trust the just Est knight.
My soul believed the solemn silence butcher:
This beast did feast with undivided right.
A hallowed demon took my sight and might,
His hand possessed the blade of shining love;
Which bright as a candle in the noon daylight,
It cut loose the wisdom of love from above.
Now arise thou in treason and bleed him,
To claim again the pieces of my freedom.
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